Bob Nierstedt

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A DOLLAR A SONG
ON A BACK STREET IN NASHVILLE HE SINGS AND HE PLAYS, IN A HONKY BAR THAT HAS SEEN BETTER DAYS. I WONDERED HOW SOMEONE WINDS UP IN THIS PLACE, AND SOMEHOW HIS STORY CAN BE SEEN IN HIS FACE.

THE CROWD SEEMS TO LIKE HIM, THEY SHOUT AND THEY CHEER, MORE OFTEN THAN NOT SOMEONE BUYS HIM A BEER. ITA'S THE LAST THING HE NEEDS, ITA'LL SOON DISAPPEAR, ITA'S JUST PART OF THE REASON HEA'S SINGINA' IN HERE.

CHORUS: IA'M SURE HE HAD DREAMS OF BECOMING A STAR, BUT SOMETIMES A DREAM ONLY GETS YOU SO FAR, IA'M SURE THEREA'S A STORY OF LOVE THAT WENT WRONG, NOW HERE HE IS SINGINA' FOR A DOLLAR A SONG.

HIS SONGS TELL THE STORIES FROM LIFEA'S OTHER SIDE, OF HEARTACHES, AND HEROES WHO CHEATED AND LIED. HE SOUNDS LIKE HEA'S BEEN THERE, THEREA'S A TRUTH IN HIS VOICE, AND I THINK HEA'S GO BACK IF HE HAD THE CHOICE.

HE PLAYS UNTIL MIDNIGHT, HE STAYS UNTIL FOUR, HE USUALLY SLIPS OUT AS THEYA'RE LOCKINA' THE DOOR. HE HEADS FOR HIS ROOM THAT HE RENTS BY THE WEEK, AND SADLY HE KNOWS THAT HEA'S WELL PAST HIS PEAK.

CHORUS: IA'M SURE HE HAD DREAMS OF BECOMING A STAR, BUT SOMETIMES A DREAM ONLY GETS YOU SO FAR, IA'M SURE THEREA'S A STORY OF LOVE THAT WENT WRONG, NOW HERE HE IS SINGINA' FOR A DOLLAR A SONG.

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BOB NIERSTEDT